Will you ever continue your bro time fic? Its so good id love to see an update
hey there
glad you love the fic <3
i absolutely am gonna come back to it when i get the chance
life just keeps punching me in the face im afraid :/
as of right now i'm trying to chip away at the next couple of chapters... buuuuut i did have to restart them from scratch. on account of the fact i havent been able to find the flashdrive all of the original documents were on, and that + working outdoors in a hot-ass environment means i havent made a whole lot of progress (i react to heat by getting Sleepy As Fuck)
but
as a treat (and to let everybody know i am for real still alive/planning to update lmao)
under the cut is a sneak peek at the beginning of the next chapter that was supposed to go up (from Bro's POV, of course)
Bro (Time) Ch10 sneak peek
For a few seconds, all you can bring yourself to do is stare at the kid.
It's not because you're upset with him, obviously. It's more just that you're surprised ― he surprises you a lot, these days, doesn't he ― that he not only remembered how to get here, but that he went out of his way to bring you something to eat. Like he knew you'd need lunch.
You don't quite manage to muffle or disguise your amused snort, and even as you drop your head and lift a hand to cover your mouth, you know you're not hiding shit. It kind of freaks you out, being so open, but the kid just has a way of wringing sincerity out of you.
"Ha. Damn, thanks little man." You tell him, then ask, "How'd you know I forgot to bring anything?"
"You didn't take a bag when you left this morning." He answers, shrugging like he thinks that should be obvious. "Couldn't remember when you took your lunch break for sure, but I thought it was around 11:30?"
Your mouth twitches. You suppress it on instinct.
"I'm not gonna ask how you knew that," You say, "But you're right. Let me grab Alan and we can pop into the back to eat."
He scoffs, playfully offended, but obligingly steps away from the counter to wait for you as you duck into the office. For a second, you wonder what he was offended about ― then, of course, you put the pieces together: your kid has time powers, he's always been like a living clock, you've been taking morning shifts here when money's tight for a long time... Yeah. Of course he pieced together when you take your lunch break.
"Hey, Strider." Alan greets, as soon as you enter, "What's up?"
"Kid's here with lunch. You mind watching the counter for a bit?"
